The Beginning

Chapter 1: It Starts

"I am so sick of this!". I yelled at my mother in the car as she was driving on our way to the new house well the airport, the new house was all the way in America and we will have to catch our flight soon, but as where driving we started arguing on the way there...again. "Sick of what Zafrina! Of Moving! We have already discussed this over and over, we need to move because of-" I cut my mother off "yeah yeah I know because it's time for a new start,it's the same excuse every time!" And with that me and my mother both remained silent during the hole 40 minute drive to the airport. as we bordered our plane and took our seats I looked outside my window and heaved a sigh I was really going to miss London. Sure it's cold and all but I'm leaving the home well homes I've had all there. Just leaving them behind. I sighed and took one more look out the window then I finally pulled the shutter down over it and sighed again, pulling out my earphones and plugging them to my phone and started listening to music I gradually fell asleep for the rest of the flight. I awake to my mother calling out my name and tapping my shoulder lightly. I stirr for a moment then settle back in my chair and groaned. man what time is it?. I groggily check my phone for the time,but see it's flat from listening to music on it till it ran out of battery. I grimaced at my phone and looked over at mum. "What time is it" I asked in a irritated voice. " She presses her lips together in a thin line and checks her watch "it's 6:16am, Zafrina grow up!" after that silence again, after a hour and a half drive we make it to the middle of no where (the woods) to a 2 story logged cabin house, I'm not exactly thrilled by this. when the car comes to a stop outside the house my mother turns to face me, when she is about to open her mouth I'm already out the door and heading to the boot to get my stuff, I pass her and wait for her to do the same as me and open the door to the house with the keys. She quickly says before I go to walk off on her again " Pick whatever room you like upstairs and everything I don't mind, I think this will really be our home this time" after she had said that I head to the stairs grumbling quietly "that's what you always say". just when I'm about halfway up the stairs she replies "I'm sorry Zafrina" I freeze and turn my head towards her I see her face filled with a lot of sadness and mixed emotions. i smile gently to her and say sweetly "you don't need to apologise mum" her face lightens up at that and a little shocked, she smiles back and says "I'm glad you understand" but I retort quickly "oh no mum you don't seem to be the one to understand, you don't need to apologise because your words mean Nothing to me! Your. Dead. To. Me." and with that she stumbles backwards a bit looking as if I tore her heart out, I smirk and walk up the stairs and pick a room at the end of the hall and see a bed already made for me in Black sheets. Queen sized bed, nice. I belly flop and think about what I had just said to my mother.. I feel bad but I've had enough of her I really can't take how we move and she always gets drunk. I dismiss my thoughts about her hurt face in my head and plug my phone in to charge and fall into a deep sleep from jet-lag. I groggily open my eyes feeling well rested and sit up and check the time 2:59am I guess I've slept a little too much oops. But anyways I can't get back to sleep right now so I'll just be a vampire for once then I laugh to myself. I get up and look around the room for a light and see a light-switch close to the entrance door and flicker that on and examine my room.. it's so empty but when my eyes glimpse over a mirror I smile that's what I'm looking for, I walk up to it and check how much of a mess I look like /10 hmm I'll give myself an 8 out of looking horrible. I grab out my makeup bag out a box I had packed it in, it was brand new make up that I wanted to try since all my other ones where old, i got this from my best friend Christy an early birthday present since id be gone on my birthday.. and today is my birthday December 27th and I'm officially 17 now, yay I guess. I apply make up to my face and sigh why was I doing this so early in the morning again? I get changed into a tight white tank too and black stuffed leather jackets, dark blue jeans and black high heel converse shoes and put a pocket knife in there. Don't ask I always have something on my to protect me, I tie my long chocolate brown hair in a high pony tail, the ends of it's touching my waits maybe I should get a haircut soon.. I lastly put on my most precious thing to ever my bracelet that my dad had given me when I was 5 years old it's was big on my back then but now it perfectly fits the black strap with blue sapphires that spell out my name always cheer me up but when I think about my dad I'm always getting waves of sadness rolling over me. that's why mum had started drinking wen he left.. I brush this thought off and check myself in the Murrow my green eyes always stand out because of my caramel coloured skin. The guys at school always say that's my best feature and how I'm definitely not flat chested but not huge, and to talk about weight and size I've always been fit because when I need to clear my mind I always go to the gym or run things off to cool off, but putting on jeans can be a struggle not because of my thighs but my butt is a bit annoying and won't fit at times. huhh but now just hoping that sometime next year I'll be able to kiss a boy for the first time, I've brushed off all the other guys because they've all been nothing but stuck up rich boys and just wanted to get in my pants that ain't happening I've only ever had one boyfriend but only for a day because it was a dare. But I don't care about that stuff now I'll ignore boys for now and study and get a job and try and get out of this house and away from mum but as I stand there looking in the mirror thinking all this to myself I hear something outside my room it sounds like it came from down stairs.. mum? but it sounded like a crash. I walk past my bed and take my phone of charge 81% I look to see my charger unplugged I must've sleep walked again , I tuck my phone in my jeans pocket and walk out the sore to see what's happening as I go to reach for the handle I hear this finger nails on a chalk board screeching noise just outside my door.